Alexander awoke. He turned over in his bed, reached toward his bedside stand and grabbed his iPhone, unplugging it from its charging chord. He laid back down and unlocked his phone and began scrolling on X (formerly Twitter). As his long rough thumb pulled down from the top of the screen, his feed refreshed. At the top of his feed a post read “Holy shit they really did it. They really fucking left...

The young archaeologist picked up his dusty brown leather satchel and put his water-damaged and crumpled journal back into it. He approached the old brown entrance to the recently uncovered tomb minding his step all the way and making sure not to move too quickly or to disturb the long dormant tomb. When he reached the door, he took out a small brush and began to slowly and gently brush away the l...

The old maid hobbled down the hallway in her dusty, worn outfit looking almost as old as the house she was tasked with cleaning and maintaining. She had already cleaned the study, the kitchen, and the library. The maid was dragging her withered and weary body from one room to the next until she came upon her employer’s office. “Lionel Earhardt” read the bronze plaque adorning the wall just to the ...

The call room was a frantic chorus of conversation and ringtones. It sounds more like a zoo than an office. The young employee reaches out at his ringing phone and answers it “Hello, thank you for calling Horizon Advantage, my name is Patel, how can I help you?” The voice, which sounded eerily familiar answers, “Hello Patel, how are you?” Patel answers, hesitantly “I am doing well, may I ask who i...